Chinese medicine: When you do things to the extreme

Chapter 314 Smile is the simplest cure
"Doctor Zhou, it's a good thing you haven't left yet."

Qiu Gong chased out of the ward and took out a glass bottle: "This is fried honey produced in my hometown. I don't know if you can get used to it."

"I saw you eating pickles in the office last time, and thought this might be what you need!~"

"Isn't this considered a violation?" Qiu Gong began to "bribe" in front of his junior brother Zhou Yanqing!
Zhou Yanqing has eaten fried bees and knows that fried bees need to be soaked in oil for preservation after frying.

Zhou Yanqing usually sees small cans, but this is a large glass bottle, with the oil, it must be at least three kilograms. "Isn't this thing cheap?"

"Hey, I own a shop, and I always get a lot of goods. This is what I eat at home."

"Doctor Zhou, just take it. Eat it with rice occasionally. It's a token of my appreciation." Qiu Gong smiled sincerely.

"Thank you." Zhou Yanqing did not refuse.

Money is definitely not allowed to be taken, but patients can give doctors some local specialties, and so far no one has reported in this direction.

"Doctor Zhou, I won't bother you anymore." He held a small dumbbell in his right hand and slowly raised his arm. He walked back to the ward from the corridor without entangled with Zhou Yanqing.

In fact, it was okay not to send it, as the operation was already done. However, he thought that not many people could perform the operation he did, and Qiu Gong wanted to introduce a few fellow patients to Zhou Yanqing, so he just wanted to express his appreciation.

Qiu Gong himself was hospitalized early because of connections...

"Generally speaking, a person's life is not always smooth sailing. If you didn't win this time, then try again next time."

"Master won't get angry if he doesn't let go." Zhou Yanqing said to Zeng Hui and others.

Zhou Yanqing is now an experienced person and has won national special prizes, and this honor will not add any pressure to him.

But Zhou Yanqing also knows that this kind of honor is not exclusive. There are very few hospitals in the country that can win the special prize or first prize consecutively, and it requires an extraordinary element of luck.

"Brother, this is actually a good thing. Master is finally relieved from his worry. He probably won't put pressure on us anymore in the future." Zeng Hui was secretly delighted.

This year the main pressure is on Tian Chao and Ling Qiyuan, and next year it will be Zeng Hui. If this is passed down from generation to generation, one of the brothers will go crazy.

In fact, from Tan Zhongyu's perspective, he hopes to keep the honor in his own hospital and department. He will also be proud of it, proving that the department is full of talents and has developed extremely rapidly! ~
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I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but just as Zhou Yanqing was walking towards the resident office with the fried bees, he heard a voice coming from the nurses’ station.

"Excuse me, does Dr. Zhou work in your department? Zhou Yanqing, Dr. Zhou."

"My father came for a follow-up check-up, but I didn't see him in the trauma center this time. Professor Yang over there said that Dr. Zhou went back to the hand surgery department..." a middle-aged woman politely asked the nurse on duty.

"Oh? Who are you?" The nurse on duty was not familiar with the visitor, so it was not easy for her to tell the other party that Zhou Yanqing was in the ward.

"I came here specifically to see Dr. Zhou. My dad had a car accident last year, and it was thanks to Dr. Zhou that he was able to save his life."

"My brother is accompanying my father to the outpatient clinic, so I came here to thank him. Last time I gave him some gifts, but he refused to accept them, so I brought some free-range eggs from home..."

"He said he couldn't accept other things, but if they were produced at home, he could take them..." the middle-aged woman explained with a smile.

When Zhou Yanqing heard this, he no longer avoided the doctor. He placed the jar in his hand on the table in the resident office, then walked towards the nurses' station, touching his nose.

Although Zhou Yanqing was wearing a mask, the middle-aged woman still recognized him at first sight: "Doctor Zhou, why are you working here?"

"I thought you were still in the emergency department." Zhou Yanqing was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and explained: "I originally worked in the hand surgery department, and was temporarily transferred to the trauma center."

"May I ask you are?"

Zhou Yanqing has seen so many emergency patients at the trauma center that she can’t even remember who they are. As a family member, she can’t remember even more.

"Doctor Zhou, I am Huang Hai's daughter. I wonder if you still remember me."

"That night, my father's condition was extremely serious. He was in the trauma center, and someone died..." the middle-aged woman said with some fear.

"By the way, Doctor Zhou, I brought you some tea leaves last time but you didn't accept them. These are eggs from the chickens my mom raised... These are leftovers from the rice I just threshed yesterday."

Zhou Yanqing still couldn't remember: "Oh, why did you come here?"

Zhou Yanqing looked at a super large round-mouthed large plastic bottle. The eggs inside were not clean and there was chicken manure!
But the eggs are separated by finely chopped yellow rice bran for easy storage...

But to be honest, Zhou Yanqing feels that this storage method is rather troublesome when his mother asks him to bring eggs.

"You're too polite. Actually, you don't need to bring these. I'm very happy that your father is doing well now." Zhou Yanqing said with a smile.

If the best medal of honor for a hand surgeon is the patient walking freely, then the best medal for an emergency doctor is the patient living in front of him, laughing at the incompetence of the Black and White Impermanence!
It's not eggs or tea at all.

"Doctor Zhou, these are just some ordinary things. I feed my chickens at home without any feed."

"We all know that Dr. Zhou is a good person and a good doctor. Last time my dad came to the hospital for emergency treatment, our family members all rushed here from other places."

"You didn't say you wouldn't save my dad or anything..."

"Actually, I have a nephew who studies medicine and is currently doing postgraduate studies in Guangdong Province. When he learned about my father's situation, he was very surprised. During the Chinese New Year last year..."

The middle-aged woman took Zhou Yanqing's hand and started sharing family matters, mainly about her father, who had taken her to burn incense and worship their ancestors last year.

She is currently a widow. Her ex-husband died in a car accident. She gave birth to a daughter, but her parents-in-law thought she was unlucky, so they didn't let her and her daughter stay in her husband's house...

After listening to a lot of meaningless enthusiasm and taking a jar of eggs, Zhou Yanqing felt a genuine sense of achievement.

As a doctor, only when you reach a certain level and your skills can really help patients, turn the tables on them and save them, can you truly feel a sense of accomplishment and gain.

However, it is difficult to directly experience this feeling when doing scientific research.

However, Zhou Yanqing calmed down a little.

The significance of scientific research is that more people can benefit from its output. If the new suturing method developed by oneself is really particularly suitable for functional reconstruction, then functional reconstruction will be promoted to more hospitals faster and on a larger scale.

Rather than the "pretentious procedures" exclusive to top hand surgery hospitals such as Huashan and Jishuitan.

To lower the entry threshold and allow more patients to benefit is to explore the significance of functional reconstruction and new suturing methods by ourselves.

Zhou Yanqing closed the door of his office and began to process the collected data...

After sitting down for a while, Ning Zhu sneaked in from outside the office.

(End of this chapter)